When I said that I wanted to call souls, the poetry was a little bit disagreed. Let alone the old man’s time, he didn’t even know what the old man’s name was. How to call souls
I smiled and said that the place is not poor? In a poor place, as long as you have money, you can do everything. Otherwise, you can dig out the old man's body. Don't worry about the others, you are afraid that the guy will reincarnate.
Before leaving, I also asked Qin Zhijie a question, one of the three questions I asked before, how did Qin Zhijie discover that village? The village is so remote, it is estimated that the villagers know it.
Qin Zhijie said that he had a worker from that village. In order to take refuge at that time, the worker told him the specific address, but the worker didn't want to go back to the village because he was killed. It was too hard and too poor. He would rather live in the city. Move bricks in.
Qin Zhijie made it reasonable and reasonable, and I didn't have any doubts, and then a group of four went to Xincong Village.
Sure enough, as the poetry said, the road to this village was full of ups and downs and hardships. When the fat man climbed up, he was exhausted into a puddle of mud and his clothes could be screwed out of water. This is not the most miserable. The worst is the bullock cart. He couldn't pull him at all, and then there was no way, so he had to get out of the car and follow the cow ass.
After arriving in the village, the fat man sat down on the ground and said cursingly, "Grandma's, what the hell is this place, I really want to burn it up. Now the fat man's two legs are gone, fortunately the third one. The legs can still be used."
I kicked him and told him not to play pomp, it was getting dark, we had to go to the village to find a place to stay.
The fat man said that it was not that he refused to get up. He really didn't have any strength. We took the bullock cart comfortably. Do you know how many roads he ran? I haven't walked so much in my life.
The poem says don’t be afraid, let’s just live with the village head. In fact, his house is quite big, but it’s a little shabby, so it’s no problem to live with us.
Now that the poem says so, let this fat man take a rest!
The fat man was sitting on the ground, wiping his sweat, and instructed Dong San to press his legs. Dong San was also an honest person. He squeezed the fat man with elephant legs and asked if he was comfortable
Shiyan and I didn't bother to see them, so we carefully studied the name of the village.
There is a big rock next to the entrance of the village with three big characters written on it, the heart is from the village.
I couldn't help but put my hand on the big rock, and then wiped it down along the font. When I left my hand, I found it was a little black.
I asked strangely: "Is this word written?"
Isn't the poem written all the words? What's wrong
I said it’s not wrong. It’s just that the village names are usually carved on large stones, and they are rarely written. Otherwise, they will be exposed to the sun and rain at the entrance of the village, and the characters will soon be spent. Normal villages can’t do this. They are all carved.
Shi Yan suddenly realized that this village is really strange. I nodded. It would be strange if the village didn't go in. There must be more weird things in the future.
After the fat man had enough rest, the four of us entered the village. The village chief was a fifty-year-old old man. He received us very warmly. Dong San wisely gave him a hundred yuan, and he became even more enthusiastic. , Laughed so hard that he couldn't see the eyes, and threatened to kill the pig to entertain us.
I hurriedly stopped him. The animals in this poor village are more valuable than humans. I just came to do something and don't need to be so grand.
The village chief saw that I didn’t want it, so he had to prepare a few eggs and some vegetables for us. He also took out a jug of wine. The wine was very fragrant. When I opened it, the fat man's saliva flowed out. After drinking a few mouthfuls, he said this stuff. Better than pork.
After we ate and drank enough, the village chief asked us if we came to collect antiques again this time? No.5 Novel Network
I shook my head and said no, this time I'm looking for someone, an old man.
We haven't seen the old man Qin Zhijie said, and don't know how to describe it, but I remember Qin Zhijie said that the old man died at home and stinked. No one knows, the village head should be very impressed.
Sure enough, the village chief knew it as soon as I said it. He said that the old man was not from the village. He was called Liu Laosi. Everyone called him Liu Lao. He was only in his thirties when he came. That's it, I don't know what happened to him. He is alone, and usually doesn't go out without anything else. It's not bad if someone finds out if he is dead.
After hearing the words of the village chief, our horses looked at each other. I didn't guess wrong. The old man was the last owner of the magic lamp, and his life expectancy was taken away before he grew old.
I asked the head of the village, Old Man Liu, where is the body? Where was it buried
The village chief did not answer, saying that I asked why? Are we friends and relatives of Old Man Liu
I have no choice but to coax the village head into saying that we are indeed old man Liu’s relatives and friends. We just came here to pay homage to him, but the village head still wanted to ask something. Dong San suddenly slapped him on the table. After he removed his hand, there was an extra 500 yuan on the table.
The village chief hurriedly put the money in his pocket, without asking a word, and smiling at us all night, explaining that he would take us to the grave of Old Man Liu tomorrow.
I shook my head and said no, I'm going to see it now, and the evening is just right.
The village chief shuddered, and said that he would go to the cemetery in the middle of the night. It's irritating. Can he go again tomorrow
Dong San gave another three hundred, and the village chief reluctantly said to take us there, but he only took us to the ground. After the incident, he would not stay with us. I nodded and said yes.
Taking advantage of the wine, the group came to the cemetery in the village. The village was poor and skewed, but the cemetery was built in a decent way. Sure enough, the more backward the place, the more superstitious it is.
The village chief took us to an earthen tomb bag and stopped. The village chief said that the old man Liu had no relatives and no reason. The villagers just dug a hole and buried him. No one helped him to make the coffin and pushed a grave. Even if benevolence and righteousness are exhausted.
I asked the village chief if he knew the eight characters of Old Man Liu's birthday
The village chief shook his head and said how could he know this stuff, and anyone who would casually reveal his birth date would be beaten as a villain.
I waved my hand and signaled that the village chief could leave.
The village chief smiled and nodded, and then ran faster than the rabbit, as if he had seen a ghost. Dong San was also very scared and asked me why I had to come at night, it was so gloomy.
Am I talking nonsense? How can anyone call souls during the day, do the ghosts dare to come out
Dong San shrank his head and dared not speak any more.
At this time, the fat man suddenly cursed his mother, saying that he had forgotten to ask the village chief for tools. Is this digging a grave by hand
I said that this is a tomb, so I dug a hole and piled up the earthen tomb bag. A few people can do it in twos or twos.
Just as we talked, the three of us, like dogs, kept hand-planing, and dug out Old Man Liu's body in about ten minutes.
(End of this chapter)